I woke up in the middle of the night to find that Frederick had posted a new photo on Instagram. In it, a woman was lounging seductively against his leg. After ten years of marriage, he had finally betrayed me! And with the girl I had been supporting, no less. Strangely, I felt… excited. For ten years, I had meticulously planned this moment, orchestrating the ultimate showdown between these two psychopaths. The real show was just beginning! My period cramps were killing me, and I had a fever on top of it. My whole body ached, making it impossible to sleep. “Frederick…” I called out, my forehead burning as I reached for him, hoping he’d bring me some warm water. Then I remembered he had a business dinner tonight. There was medicine in the nightstand. Groggy, I fumbled for a painkiller and swallowed it with water that had long since gone cold. The double dose of pain left me tossing and turning. I opened my phone, trying to distract myself. Frederick had posted a new photo on Instagram. The girl in it looked young and alluring, lounging languidly on his leg. His hand rested in her thick hair, the wedding ring I had personally designed still on his finger. From the looks of it, they’d had quite a bit to drink. Dizzy, I tried to scroll past, but accidentally hit the like button. My heart started racing. Almost instantly, I unliked the post. But within seconds, my phone rang. It was Frederick’s number. It was the girl who spoke, giggling with an unhinged edge to her voice: “Sister, Frederick’s legs are so long and strong. Are you satisfied with what you see?” My throat was dry and hoarse as I managed to say, “Where’s Frederick?” “You liked the post and then unliked it. What does that mean? Not satisfied?” Frederick’s voice came on the line. His tone was dangerous, dark and menacing. I steeled myself, mustering all my focus: “I accidentally hit it. Frederick, it’s eleven o’clock now. If you’re not home by eleven-thirty, don’t bother coming back at all.” I hung up immediately. But cold sweat broke out on my back. For a moment, the tension made me forget about the pain. So the girl could use his phone to talk to me now… She really did have some skills. I wonder if my reaction today will satisfy him?
The big teddy bear by the bed stared at me with its black button eyes, constantly watching my every move. Frederick got home in less than ten minutes. He made me some ginger tea and held me in his arms. “Honey, are you angry?” he asked. I nodded. “Who was that woman?” He’d played this game too many times. I was tired of it, but I still had to play along and act jealous. “Honey, don’t you love me anymore?” I pretended to be hurt, crying in his arms. As expected, it was exactly what he wanted. He held me tighter as I trembled, kissing my forehead. “How could I not? You’re the one I love most. She was just for work…” A chill ran down my spine, and my headache felt like it was about to split my skull open. His so-called “work” was actually hunting. I seemed to see flashes of severed limbs in the basement… Those women were all his “prey,” specifically hunted to make me jealous. Every time, he would post a photo on Instagram first. The girls in the photos would be taken to the basement that same night, tortured for days before being dismembered. He’d keep the parts he liked best, disposing of the rest in various ways. Today’s girl must already be locked in the basement by now. She can’t die. She’s the version of Frederick I’ve spent ten years cultivating.
Ten years ago, shortly after I discovered Frederick wasn’t normal, I spent a long time volunteering at an orphanage. One of the girls there, Skylar, caught my attention. I watched her emotionlessly wring the neck of a fluffy yellow duckling. “Why did you kill it?” I asked. She tossed the duckling into the pool, her face expressionless. “Because someone else touched it.” “My mom used to say, if someone takes something you like, you either break their hands and take it back, or… you destroy it. That way, no one else can have it.” She looked up at me with a smile. Young as she was, there was something wicked in that smile. “I can’t break people’s hands, so I had to destroy it. If I can’t have it, no one can.” In that moment, I knew she was the one I’d been looking for! I sponsored her education, bought her lots of cute dolls and pretty clothes. More often than not, I reinforced her ideas – that it was right to think “if I can’t have it, no one can.” She repaid me with broken dolls and shredded clothes. She would often say with a look of ecstasy, “Sister, I feel so satisfied and happy when I destroy them…” “The more beautiful something is that I can’t have all to myself, the more I want to tear it apart!” I looked at her calmly, but inside I was terrified – This little demon, watered by my influence, was gradually growing into a big demon… I wanted her to obsess over Frederick, to give myself a chance to escape.
I decided to rescue Skylar. The next evening at dinner, I secretly slipped some sleeping pills into Frederick’s orange juice. He drank it without suspicion, only asking, “Honey, are you feeling better?” I nodded, saying in a hoarse voice, “The fever’s gone down. I’m much better. Honey, no more business dinners from now on.” His face lit up with joy. He smiled as he cut up the still-bloody steak for me and pushed it over. “Honey, eat up.” I fought back the nausea rising in my throat and forked a piece from the edge into my mouth. “Ugh-” Frederick quickly came over to pat my back. “Honey, are you pregnant?!” he asked, incredibly excited. I shook my head, my voice raspy. “Just a reaction from being sick.” The light in his eyes instantly dimmed. He gave me an odd look. “We’ve been married for ten years. When are we going to have a child?” But then he brightened again. “No children is better. That way no one can steal my wife’s love…” After dinner, Frederick took a shower and went to bed early. I quietly opened the safe, took out the basement key, and snuck out of the bedroom. The basement was empty and eerie. The strong smell of formaldehyde mixed with the scent of blood made my head spin even more. A row of terrifying instruments and glass jars lined the walls. The jars contained Frederick’s “collection.” I didn’t dare turn on the lights for fear Frederick would discover me, so I searched using my phone’s flashlight. “Skylar?” I called out in a very low voice. There was a tall figure ahead that looked like someone chained to a cross. I hurried over. The person had long hair hanging down, head bowed, looking lifeless. As I got closer, the smell of decay grew stronger. My heart sank. It couldn’t be… He usually played with them for several days before killing them… “Skylar?” I lightly tapped her shoulder – The head tilted and suddenly rolled to the ground! I let out a startled cry, my phone clattering to the floor. The sound echoed jarringly in the empty room. “Honey?” Frederick’s voice came from outside. Oh no! He’d discovered me! I scrambled to pick up my phone, turned off the flashlight, and dove into a nearby large box. Sweat had already beaded on my forehead. “Honey?” The lights came on. Through a crack in the box, I could see his pants and fuzzy slippers moving this way. “Huh?” He bent down, puzzled. His head came close to the box. With his figure backlit, I could only see a cold glint off his glasses through the crack. I held my breath, not daring to move. Out of nervousness, I instinctively grabbed whatever I could reach beside me. It was sticky, cold, and stiff, wrapped in a leathery texture. It felt like… a hand?! I quickly let go. Frederick stepped back and picked up the fallen head. His long, slender fingers were pale and elegant. Strangely, the wedding ring he never took off was missing. He muttered to himself, “Has it been too long? Or was it rats? How did it just fall off?” My back was already soaked with sweat, clinging to my skin. I shivered. The slippers lingered in front of the box for a while before walking away. With a click, the lights went out. I slumped back, gasping like a fish out of water… “Hee hee-” A woman’s sudden laugh rang out inside the box!
In this enclosed, cramped space, the laughter was so crisp yet so eerie. My hair stood on end in fright. The lights came on again, and the shuffling of slippers grew closer – Something pressed against my face! My teeth chattered uncontrollably, my lips already numb. It was… that sticky, cold hand. “Sister, you and I are truly kindred spirits!” A soft female voice sounded in my ear. As she finished speaking, the lid of the box was lifted. Skylar stood up, climbed out of the box, and stood beside Frederick. “Sister, the hunt has begun.” In that moment, I felt ice-cold all over. I was so stupid. I thought that if I nurtured her from childhood with the idea that “if you can’t have something, destroy it,” she would eventually target Frederick and destroy him. I never expected one misstep would ruin everything. Compared to destroying Frederick, destroying his “owner” was clearly easier. I was tied up by the two of them, face to face with the decapitated female corpse. Frederick’s technique was practiced and skilled. His silver-rimmed glasses gleamed coldly. He looked so unfamiliar now, nothing like the Frederick who had made me ginger tea and rubbed my stomach earlier. “How do you want to play?” A Swiss Army knife twirled in Skylar’s hand. Frederick glanced at me coldly, his icy fingertips gripping my chin, his thumb caressing the corner of my lips. “No rush. I’ve waited all these years. This time, I’m going to take it slow and really enjoy myself!” “Right, honey?” The slightly upturned tone of his voice held absolute confidence and condescension. “Honey, don’t you love me anymore?” I tried to buy time, making myself look pitiful with tears in my eyes. “The ring I designed for you – you said you’d never take it off, even in death.” A flicker of confusion passed almost imperceptibly through his eyes. He let out a cold snort. “Skylar, watch her.” I watched him turn and stride away. His tall, straight back, the slim waist beneath his robe, his long legs, and that pale, ascetic face – all had once been the downfall of so many women. “He really is handsome, isn’t he?” The Swiss Army knife tapped my face. “Such a handsome man – if I didn’t make him mine, I’d be letting down all these years of your teachings.” “Just wait and see how he submits to me.” Her eyes flashed with the excitement of a predator eyeing its prey, her lips curled in an evil grin. Suddenly, she thrust the knife at me with all her might! The blade barely grazed my neck, changing direction to stab at my arm. The fabric tore as the knife tip embedded in the wooden frame. “You came to save me earlier, didn’t you?” She smiled at the cut she’d made on my arm, licking her lips.
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